Within the tapestry of heartbreak and health challenges, Beomgyu embarks on a profound journey through life's complexities. As he traverses the maze of his own emotions, a serendipitous encounter leads Yeonjun to discover the mesmerizing symphony of...
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Beomgyu and Yeonjun walked silently through the cemetery, each holding a bouquet of flowers. The air was heavy with the weight of grief as they made their way among the rows of gravestones. For Yeonjun, standing in this place of death was a daunting task, a reminder of the loved one he had lost.
As they walked through the cemetery, Beomgyu couldn't shake the heavy feeling that settled over him like a suffocating blanket. The air was thick with the solemnity of the place, and every step he took felt like a weight on his chest. He couldn't help but feel a shiver run down his spine as they passed by row after row of gravestones, each one a stark reminder of the inevitability of death.
The thought of mortality loomed large in Beomgyu's mind, casting a shadow over his thoughts and filling him with a deep sense of unease. He couldn't help but feel a sense of dread as they approached Soobin's grave, the final resting place of the person who had saved him. Yet, as Beomgyu approached him, he couldn't help but think how peaceful Soobin must have been there, all relaxed and far from life's difficulties and tragedies. Even Beomgyu had gone through much pain, he had been in agony so many times, even he had secretly wished for death to come and save him sometimes, when no one was around to hear him. Yes, he feared death, but looking at how cruel life was despite the beauty it hid within itself, Beomgyu was slowly getting used to the idea of mortality. He just wished he'd get to experience a beautiful life with Yeonjun first before it could happen.
Yeonjun noticed the tension in Beomgyu's posture, the way his shoulders seemed to slump under the weight of an invisible burden. With a gentle touch, he reached out and took Beomgyu's hand in his own, offering a silent gesture of comfort and support.
As their fingers intertwined, Beomgyu felt a flicker of warmth amidst the cold sensations that gripped his heart. Yeonjun's touch was like a lifeline, grounding him in the present moment and offering solace in the face of his fears. It was a simple gesture, but one that spoke volumes, conveying a sense of understanding and empathy that eased the tight knot of anxiety in Beomgyu's chest.
Beomgyu's gaze lingered on the tombstone, his expression heavy with a mixture of sorrow and reverence. With each beat of his own heart, he felt the weight of the heart that now resided within his chest, a constant reminder of the life that had been lost. Despite the warmth of Yeonjun's hand in his own, Beomgyu couldn't shake the chill that settled over him in the presence of death.
Meanwhile, Yeonjun put the bequests on the grave, gently laying it over the surface. Then moved about the grave with quiet efficiency, tending to little tasks with a sense of reverence and care. He straightened the flowers that adorned the grave, brushing away stray leaves and tidying up the area around the tombstone. His movements were gentle, his touch light as he worked to honor the memory of the person they had come to visit.
Beomgyu's voice was barely above a whisper as he mumbled under his breath, "I'm sorry I didn't came earlier..."
His words hung heavy in the air, carrying with them a sense of regret and sorrow that seemed to echo in the stillness of the cemetery. Despite his efforts to keep his emotions in check, Beomgyu couldn't help but feel overwhelmed by the weight of his own guilt.
